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Once upon a time, there was a mountain town in Italy. It was a very isolated place, and the people were solely dependent on the crops they forced from the rocky soil every year and the cattle and sheep that grazed in their small fields. There was never any grass between the cobblestones because the sheep ran free through the town, and no one minded. If one farmer or herder did well, they all did. Every blade was precious and meant another bit of fat or muscle for the animal that ate it, which meant another bit of fat or muscle for the person who ate the animal, and so the circle was complete.
There was a small monastery in the town with a few monks. It was nothing like the days when the brothers spread through the land preaching the word of God and bringing new farming techniques to t
